being asexual is seen as “too straight” by the LGBT+ community and “too gay” for straight people. the truth is, we are neither. if straight people are “as straight as a line” and gay people are “straight like a circle”, then we’re as straight as the void. sexual attraction? i don’t even know her. you are seriously in the wrong place if you’re looking for an instant sexual connection. don’t try to “””fix””” us we’re good. keep moving please.
Gladio: EVERYBODY FREEZE.
Noct: WHAT THE-!? Gladio: SOMEBODY STOLE SOMETHING MINE AND I KNOW IT WAS SOMEONE IN HERE. Prompto: Wha-!? Gladio: A-HA, YOU THOUGHT I WOULDN’T NOTICE, RIGHT? IT WAS YOU, IGGY. YOU TOOK IT. Ignis: I’m sorry!? Gladio: YOU BASTARD. THOUGHT YOU WERE SMART ENOUGH. Ignis: What are you talking about!? I haven’t-! Gladio: YOU TOOK MY HEART. GIVE IT BACK CAUSE I CAN’T SLEEP WITH YOU KEEPING IT. Ignis: FORTHELOVEOFLEVIATHAN GLADIOLUS, IT’S 3 A.M. CAN YOU PLEASE NOT DO THAT, YOU MADE PROMPTO CRY.
I’m scrolling through tumblr and my fiancé is sleeping next to me, it’s 3:20AM and suddenly he whispers “there’s… too much meat”
I ask him wtf are you talking about and he just continues mumbling about “too much meat”. I’m like are you even awake??? He just answers yea and smiles. It’s quiet for a while and i already thought he had fallen asleep again or whatever, but then i hear a small laugh and “…not enough salad”
A masterlist of fics that I really love reading. updated: 1.17.17
Okay, so I have a bunch of fics that I keep in my “likes” so I could read over and over again, but now they’re getting burried. I would use my drafts, but I already use that for fics that I’m going to read lol these are all Bucky unless stated otherwise
Vitya feels: those bags under his eyes. Let him sleep. Rest is good, let him sleep in his fiancés arms. Recharges you to finally make a smashing comeback and take back his titles. Can't do that with no sleep man, even if you do nap just before it's your turn to perform.
i agree, vitya really needs to sleep! i feel like he might not have slept well or enough for…. years, possibly, before coming to hasetsu? that’s not good at all! go sleep in your fiance’s arms vitya. dream nice dreams about your wedding. just let yourself rest ♥
I’m avoiding my homework, so I wrote this little silliness! Set during the season of secret sex.
The first time Mulder spends the night at Scully’s after
they’ve slept together, he wakes up practically hanging off the bed. And he’s
shivering. He distinctly remembers spooning up behind her and wrapping his arms
around her chest and her waist, engulfing her. Why he isn’t still snuggly
behind her now, he doesn’t understand. Scully usually is not one for
touchiness, but Mulder has learned that post-coital Scully will hang on to him
for dear life. So when Mulder comes to almost full-consciousness and realizes that
if he moves even an inch to his left he will fall completely off the bed, he attempts
to slide to his right and resume being curled up behind Scully. Instead, he
turns over and comes into contact with Scully’s feet, which apparently don’t
welcome his presence. Scully, without waking, proceeds to kick his shins until
his legs dangle off the side of the bed.
He looks over his shoulder to find Scully completely wrapped
in her comforter and sheets, sprawled diagonally across the bed. He goes to
push her legs back to her side, but instead she rolls onto her stomach and
brings her hand out to grab the pillow Mulder was using, tucking it into her
Mulder groans, conceding defeat, and finds his boxers on the
floor, slipping them on before attempting to rouse Scully from her slumber. He
places his hand on her shoulder and shakes her slightly. “Scully, wake up.”
She stretches, and Mulder can’t believe how much more area
of the bed she spans. He chuckles and shakes his head, not knowing it was
possible for a woman this small to take up this much room. In airplanes and the
passenger seat of the car, she curls herself into sleep without hesitation,
lulled by the movement of the various forms of transportation. Mulder envies
how easy it is for her to fall asleep in such situations, and how even smaller
she manages to make herself. Her bed, apparently, is a different story.
Scully blinks her eyes open slowly, aware of Mulder’s
presence looming over her. She gives him a sleepy smile and a quiet but
“Scully, are you aware of how much of a bed hog you are?”
She looks at him as if he just told her that he’s no longer a Knicks fan. “I am
not.” Her voice is hoarse, either from sleep or last night, she’s not sure, so she clears her throat.
“Scully you are sleeping diagonally in a queen-sized bed,
and you pretty much kicked me off a few minutes ago. And you took all the
blankets with you! Tell me that’s not hogging.”
“I do not sleep diagonally.”
He thrusts his arms out as a way of saying, “take a look at yourself,” his eyes
expressing disbelief. “My back and legs beg to differ.”
“Well, you’re one to talk. If I fall asleep with my head on
your chest, you always take my pillow, leaving me with nothing when I
eventually roll over. We’ve shared a bed plenty of times, why has this never
“It’s never happened before! Which is why I’m confused.” He knows the next
thing he says is going to offend her, but in his mind, it’s the only logical
explanation. “We’ve never shared your
bed before. At least not after sex. I think you’re trying to make sure it never
“Mulder what on earth?”
“You know what I think? I think that this new aspect of our relationship maybe
is too much for you, and you’re trying to tell me that while we can sleep
together, your bed will always be ‘your’ bed, party of one.”
She’s sitting up fully now, the flush of her face almost
matching the color of her hair. He’s managed to piss her off before 8 a.m. on a
Saturday. “Mulder, are you kidding me? This is ridiculous! You’re being
dramatic, and you’re overanalyzing my sleeping habits.”
Although he wants to dive deeper into the root of her
diagonal sleeping, Mulder can’t help the laugh that escapes his throat. He
flops back down onto the bed, turning to look at Scully. “You’re cute when
you’re mad at me.”
“Your face is the same color as your hair right now, and
you’ve got this look that screams ‘I shot you once, don’t think I won’t shoot
you again.’ And it’s adorable.”
“Mulder, thirty seconds ago you were angry because I kicked
you out of bed in my sleep, convincing yourself that I don’t want you in my bed, and now you’re
saying I’m cute because I’m frustrated and trying to prove you wrong?”
“It’s early and I haven’t had coffee yet. I’m not
responsible for anything I may say or do until I have some caffeine in my system.”
Scully takes the pillow from behind her back and flings it
at his face. With Mulder caught off guard, she takes the opportunity to crawl
on top of him and pin him to her bed, her thighs on either side of his waist.
“Am I cute now, Mr. Morning Breath?”
“Frighteningly so, Blanket Thief.”
“Lover of an alien lover.”
This time, she’s the one that can’t contain her laughter. It’s the
kind of laugh that brightens Mulder’s eyes and makes his heart swell with complete affection, a grin
plastered to his face. He brings her head down so their lips can meet, and it’s a kiss so
fierce and full of passion that they’re both panting, struggling for air, when they come
apart. She brings her weight down on top of his torso, and he tucks her head under
“Are you still frustrated with me?”
“I’m always frustrated with you. But in this case, I can forgive you if you can
forgive me for taking up the whole bed.”
“Aha, so you admit to being a bed hog?”
Scully chuckles and brings her hand up to draw lazy circles
on his chest. “I’ve never been great at sharing. Especially my bed. It’s always
kind of been my safe place.” Mulder lets out a rueful sigh. “Mulder, I’m not
kicking you out on purpose. I’ll get better. It’s been a while since I’ve
actually wanted to share my bed with anyone. I think I just need more practice.
Let’s go back to sleep. It’s Saturday, and we don’t have to be anywhere. Plus
we were up late last night doing… well, not sleeping. I’m exhausted.”
He kisses the top of her head and hauls them further up the bed. Scully reaches
down and grabs the covers, draping them over the both of their bodies. She
closes her eyes and exhales against Mulder’s chest. She can hear his
heartbeat as a result of where her head is resting, and she thinks it may be
one of her new favorite sounds. The warmth of his skin and the blankets, along
with his hand rubbing back and forth over her lower back, drags Scully back
“Mulder,” she says, just before sleep overtakes her.
I have a lot of empathy for Anakin because I see myself in him.
I do too. I find him one of the most relatable characters in the saga because he is so human and full of flaws and he doesn’t hide it. He makes me ask myself the question: how far will I go to protect the ones I love? I’d like to answer I wouldn’t do the atrocities he does from the moment he pledges himself to palpatine. In the end though he self sacrifices to save his son. He covers all the ranges of human passions, for better and for worse. The truth is that I don’t know what I could be capable of if I were pushed to my limits, if someone tried to harm my child for example. I may turn into one of the Ερινύες ( I see that in English these Greek goddesses of vendetta are called Furies). It’s scary if I think about it.
extremely offended that tumblr didn’t post my “hello ill take fluff and domesticity prompts” post before this flight took off but anyway that’s a thing im still in the mood and ill be home in around 4 hours!!!!!